Killshot

[00:00.14]Eminem - Killshot
[00:00.46]You sound like a b**ch b**ch
[00:02.16]Shut the f**k up
[00:03.57]When your fans become your haters
[00:04.71]You done
[00:05.35]F**kin' beard's weird
[00:06.32]Alright
[00:06.69]You yellin' at the mic
[00:07.53]F**kin' weird beard
[00:08.18]We doing' this once
[00:08.91]You yellin' at the mic
[00:10.07]Your beard's weird
[00:10.48]Why you yell at the mic illa
[00:11.69]Rihanna just hit me on a text
[00:13.55]Last night I left hickeys on her neck
[00:15.78]Wait you just dissed me I'm perplexed
[00:17.68]Insult me in a line compliment me on the next
[00:19.87]Damn I'm really sorry
[00:20.96]You want me to have a heart attack
[00:22.62]Was watching' 8 mile on my nordictrack
[00:24.85]Realized I forgot to call you back
[00:26.71]Here's that autograph for your daughter
[00:28.04]I wrote it on a starter cap
[00:30.18]Stan stan son
[00:31.68]Listen man dad isn't mad
[00:33.90]But how you gonna name yourself
[00:35.80]After a d**n gun and have a man-bun
[00:39.31]The giant's woke eyes open undeniable
[00:41.45]Supplyin' smoke got the fire stoked
[00:42.87]Say you got me in a scope but you grazed me
[00:45.13]I say one call to interscope and you're swayze
[00:47.52]Your reply got the crowd yelling woo
[00:49.34]So before you die
[00:50.08]Let's see who can out-petty who
[00:51.53]With your corny lines
[00:52.34]Slim you're old - ow kelly ooh
[00:53.72]But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
[00:56.19]By 29 I had three albums that had blew
[00:58.50]Now let's talk about something' I don't really do
[01:00.65]Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
[01:02.27]But you're a f**kin' mole hill
[01:03.65]Now I'ma make a mountain out of you woo
[01:05.71]Ho chill actin' like you
[01:06.88]Put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
[01:08.43]Gunner b**ch you ain't a bow and arrow
[01:09.96]Say you'll run up on me
[01:10.89]Like a phone bill sprayin' lead brrt
[01:12.11]Playing' dead
[01:12.96]That's the only time you hold still hold up
[01:15.19]Are you eating cereal or oatmeal
[01:17.11]What the f**k's in the bowl
[01:18.00]Milk wheaties or cheerios
[01:19.50]'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em kelly
[01:20.99]I need reading material
[01:22.45]Dictionary
[01:23.24]Yo slim your last four albums sucked
[01:25.18]Go back to recovery oh shoot
[01:26.64]That was three albums ago
[01:28.05]What do you know oops
[01:29.14]Know your facts before you come at me lil' goof
[01:31.36]Luxury oh you broke bitch
[01:32.78]Yeah I had enough money in'02
[01:34.48]To burn it in front of you ho
[01:35.93]Younger me no you're the wack me
[01:37.35]It's funny but so true
[01:38.81]I'd rather be 80- year-old me than 20- year-old you
[01:42.56]'Til I'm hitting old age
[01:43.57]Still can fill a whole page with a 10- year-old's rage
[01:45.84]Got more fans than you in your own city
[01:47.53]Lil' kiddy go play
[01:48.86]Feel like I'm babysitting lil tay
[01:50.51]Got the diddy okay so you spent your whole day
[01:52.62]Shootin' a video just to f**kin' dig your own grave
[01:54.88]Got you at your own wake
[01:56.02]I'm the billy goat
[01:56.99]You ain't never made a list
[01:58.08]Next to no biggie no jay
[01:59.50]Next to taylor swift and that iggy ho
[02:01.71]You about to really blow
[02:02.56]Kelly they'll be putting your name
[02:04.01]Next to ja next to benzino- die motherf**ker
[02:06.25]Like the last motherf**ker sayin' hailie in vain
[02:08.93]Alien brain you satanist yeah
[02:11.24]My biggest flops are your greatest hits
[02:13.10]The game's mine again
[02:13.95]And ain't nothing' changed but the locks
[02:15.59]So before I slay this bitch I
[02:16.68]Mwah give jade a kiss
[02:18.95]Gotta wake up labor day to this the f**k
[02:21.14]Being' rich-shamed by some prick
[02:22.71]usin' my name for clickbait
[02:23.73]In a state of bliss
[02:24.78]Cause I said his godd**n name
[02:26.03]Now I gotta c**k back aim
[02:27.53]Yeah bitch pop champagne to this pop
[02:30.21]It's your moment
[02:31.34]This is it as big as you're gonna get
[02:33.00]So enjoy it
[02:34.21]Had to give you a career to destroy it
[02:36.03]Lethal injection
[02:36.92]Go to sleep six feet deep
[02:38.18]I'll give you a b for the effort
[02:39.67]But if I was three-foot- eleven
[02:41.04]You'd look up to me and for the record
[02:42.62]You would suck a dick to f**kin' be me for a second
[02:45.05]Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
[02:47.50]Give your life to be as solidified
[02:49.12]This mothaf**kin' shit is like rambo
[02:50.54]When he's out of bullets
[02:51.43]So what good is a f**kin' machine gun
[02:53.01]When it's out of ammo
[02:54.14]Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
[02:56.03]How the f**k can him and I battle
[02:57.37]He'll have to f**k kim in my flannel
[02:58.95]I'll give him my sandals
[03:00.08]'Cause he knows long as I'm shady
[03:01.61]He's gon' have to live in my shadow
[03:03.48]Exhausting letting off on my offspring
[03:05.38]Lick a gun barrel bitch get off me
[03:07.12]You dance around it like a sombrero we can all see
[03:09.38]You're f**kin' salty
[03:10.23]'Cause young gerald's balls-deep inside of halsey
[03:13.61]Your red sweater your black leather
[03:15.63]You dress better I rap better
[03:17.77]That a death threat or a love letter
[03:20.05]Little white toothpick
[03:20.82]Thinks it's over a pic
[03:22.03]I just don't like you prick
[03:23.20]Thanks for dissing me
[03:24.62]Now I had an excuse on the mic to write not alike
[03:27.00]But really
[03:27.37]I don't care who's in the right
[03:28.71]But you're losin' the fight you picked
[03:31.62]Who else want it kells
[03:33.32]Attempt fails budden - l's
[03:35.93]F**kin' nails in these coffins as soft as cottonelle
[03:38.88]Killshot I will not fail
[03:40.33]I'm with the doc still
[03:41.22]But this idiot's boss pops pills
[03:42.88]And tells him he's got skills
[03:44.16]But kells the day you put out a hit's the day diddy admits
[03:46.67]That he put the hit out that got pac killed ah
[03:49.29]I'm sick of you being' wack
[03:50.38]And still usin' that mothaf**kin' auto-tune
[03:52.41]So let's talk about it
[03:53.09]Let's talk about it
[03:53.78]I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
[03:55.15]Need to get the c**k up out it
[03:56.45]Before we can even talk about it talk about it
[03:58.31]I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
[04:00.17]Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
[04:01.50]That you're marshall mathers marshall mathers
[04:02.92]Don't mean you are
[04:03.64]And you're not about it
[04:04.62]So just leave my dick in your mouth
[04:05.83]And keep my daughter out it
[04:07.12]You f**kin' oh
[04:09.51]And I'm just playing' diddy
[04:10.89]You know I love you
Eminem - Killshot
You sound like a b**ch b**ch
Shut the f**k up
When your fans become your haters
You done
F**kin' beard's weird
Alright
You yellin' at the mic
F**kin' weird beard
We doing' this once
You yellin' at the mic
Your beard's weird
Why you yell at the mic illa
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait you just dissed me I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line compliment me on the next
Damn I'm really sorry
You want me to have a heart attack
Was watching' 8 mile on my nordictrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter
I wrote it on a starter cap
Stan stan son
Listen man dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself
After a d**n gun and have a man-bun
The giant's woke eyes open undeniable
Supplyin' smoke got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope but you grazed me
I say one call to interscope and you're swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling woo
So before you die
Let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines
Slim you're old - ow kelly ooh
But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about something' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But you're a f**kin' mole hill
Now I'ma make a mountain out of you woo
Ho chill actin' like you
Put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner b**ch you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me
Like a phone bill sprayin' lead brrt
Playing' dead
That's the only time you hold still hold up
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal
What the f**k's in the bowl
Milk wheaties or cheerios
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em kelly
I need reading material
Dictionary
Yo slim your last four albums sucked
Go back to recovery oh shoot
That was three albums ago
What do you know oops
Know your facts before you come at me lil' goof
Luxury oh you broke bitch
Yeah I had enough money in'02
To burn it in front of you ho
Younger me no you're the wack me
It's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80- year-old me than 20- year-old you
'Til I'm hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a 10- year-old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city
Lil' kiddy go play
Feel like I'm babysitting lil tay
Got the diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin' a video just to f**kin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake
I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list
Next to no biggie no jay
Next to taylor swift and that iggy ho
You about to really blow
Kelly they'll be putting your name
Next to ja next to benzino- die motherf**ker
Like the last motherf**ker sayin' hailie in vain
Alien brain you satanist yeah
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again
And ain't nothing' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch I
Mwah give jade a kiss
Gotta wake up labor day to this the f**k
Being' rich-shamed by some prick
usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss
Cause I said his godd**n name
Now I gotta c**k back aim
Yeah bitch pop champagne to this pop
It's your moment
This is it as big as you're gonna get
So enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection
Go to sleep six feet deep
I'll give you a b for the effort
But if I was three-foot- eleven
You'd look up to me and for the record
You would suck a dick to f**kin' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This mothaf**kin' shit is like rambo
When he's out of bullets
So what good is a f**kin' machine gun
When it's out of ammo
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the f**k can him and I battle
He'll have to f**k kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
'Cause he knows long as I'm shady
He's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting letting off on my offspring
Lick a gun barrel bitch get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero we can all see
You're f**kin' salty
'Cause young gerald's balls-deep inside of halsey
Your red sweater your black leather
You dress better I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic
I just don't like you prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write not alike
But really
I don't care who's in the right
But you're losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it kells
Attempt fails budden - l's
F**kin' nails in these coffins as soft as cottonelle
Killshot I will not fail
I'm with the doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills
And tells him he's got skills
But kells the day you put out a hit's the day diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got pac killed ah
I'm sick of you being' wack
And still usin' that mothaf**kin' auto-tune
So let's talk about it
Let's talk about it
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the c**k up out it
Before we can even talk about it talk about it
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're marshall mathers marshall mathers
Don't mean you are
And you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth
And keep my daughter out it
You f**kin' oh
And I'm just playing' diddy
You know I love you